In a blindness of rage,
A slither of madness,
glass is shattered,
possessions are ruined,
hearts are broken,
look around at what you've done,
at the mess you have made,
now live with it,
all the pains and regrets,
for what is done is done,
you can never go back.
It is better not to act or speak, if there is thunder in the heart. Nice piece Zohra,10 regards Tom
A nice poem and a good theme showing the irrevocable damages resulting from moments of rage and wrath. I invite you to read 'A poetess wrath' to witness an example alive of what may be said or uttered in that state and how much it can hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written poem thanks for sharing 10